Lisa The Greek

Homer:D'oh!

Homer:Well, bye-bye belt.

Marge · Homer:Homer, all those fatty... deep-fried, heavily-salted snacks... can't be good for your heart. My heart is just fine.

Homer:A little beer will put out that fire.

Announcer:the man who's right... 52% of the time, Smooth Jimmy Apollo

Moe:Moe's Tavern... where the peanut bowl is freshened hourly.

Moe · Chief Wiggum:Chief Wiggum, could you hand me... that little black book? Sure thing, Moe. I was using it as a coaster.

Homer:All right, Denver, justify my love.

Lisa:This is where she prints her feminist newsletter.

Marge:things I'll tell you when you're older

Homer:Just don't say anything, and sit down over there. Over.

Homer:See you in hell, soldier boy.

Bart:Even though I'd love to spend... this sunny afternoon trying on clothes, it's not...

Smooth Jimmy Apollo · Homer:you're wrong 48% of the time. Why didn't you say that before?!

Homer:by 200 points?! Why, you worthless hunk of junk!

Homer:Don't you realize this is costing me money?

Lisa · Homer:The Dolphins? Good, good.

Bart:That's because people who wear them get beaten up.

Marge:Well, anyone who would do that isn't your friend.

Marge:How did you know?

Homer:It's a little thing daddies do... to make football more exciting.

Lisa:Mmm... crumbled-up cookie things.

Homer:My God... it's like there's some kind of bond between us.

Security:We've got a troublemaker in booth eight. There's a code red in booth three.

Security:My God! Those aren't the socks... she came in with.

Marge:You could use some new underwear too.

Homer:somewhere in the back

Homer:You bet.

Nelson:You got to come out sometime, Simpson.

Homer:It gets rid... of the unpleasant aftertaste of church.

Lisa:Dad tucked me in too tight, and it's cutting off... the circulation in my arms and legs.

Lisa:The fear in his eyes, the quiver in his voice. He's a little boy lost in a game of men.

Lisa:I'd bet my entire college fund on it.

Lisa:The 49ers because they're pure of heart... Seattle because they got something to prove... and the Raiders because they cheat.

Lisa:It doesn't take a genius... to realize Houston's failed to cover their last ten outings... the week after scoring three touchdowns... in a game.

Homer:My little girl says the cutest things.

Homer:Not Sunday-- Daddy-Daughter Day.

Moe:you lucky moron

Moe:I used to hate the smell of your sweaty feet. Now it's the smell of victory.

Homer:I'm Homer, I'll be your customer.

Marco:Never heard that one before.

Lisa:Just bring us your freshest bottle of wine. Chop, chop.

Lisa:''The Broken Neck Blues.''

Lisa:Maybe the paint has shut off his pores... and he's slowly suffocating. That is a real fan.

Homer · Lisa:You call Moe. Just bet, Lisa.

Ralph:When the doctor said... I didn't have worms anymore, that was the happiest day... of my life.

Lisa:when the Saints-- four and a half point favorites... only up by three-- kicked a meaningless field goal... at the last second to cover the spread.

Miss Hoover:Dear God!

Lisa:'' Meryl Streep's Versatility.''

Talking Krusty Doll:Shut up! Shut up! Kiss my butt! Go to hell!

Lisa:Dad, I promise... I will never get tired of this.

Homer:Only in 48 states.

Homer:The only victim is Moe... and it's brought Lisa and me together.

Homer:The new football season is only seven months away.

Lisa:You never wanted to be with me at all. You're a very selfish man.

Krusty Doll · Lisa:Go to hell! Go to hell! Hey, once again, great present, Dad.

Woman at casino:I've been gambling since I was eight... and hocking jewelry since I was 1 2.

Lisa:All this was bought with dirty money. Your penthouse, your Alfa Romeo, your collagen-injection clinic.

Lisa:However, I may also be so clouded with rage... that subconsciously... I want you to lose. In which case, I'd bet the farm on Buffalo.

Lisa:If I still love you... Washington. If I don't, Buffalo.

Homer:Every note is a dagger in my heart. I got to get out of here.

Troy McClure:I play Jack Handle, a retired cop... who shares an apartment with a retired criminal. The original odd couple.

Troy McClure:and my recent trouble with the I RS sealed the deal.

Aliens:People of Earth, we've come ten billion light-years... to bring you this halftime message of peace.

Bart:Oh, this sucks. Come on, snipers, where are you?

Bart:You-Hate-Dad by a touchdown.

Announcer:They wanted it more.

Announcer:If Washington scores, happy fans will be looting... and turning over cars in our nation's capital tonight.

Homer:Money comes and goes, but my daughter and I... can go on for eight more years!